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The Lost Sheep

Once upon a time, long ago, there lived a shepherd.
And he had one hundred excellent sheep.
One of the sheep though good and obedient
Was deaf and blind.

Whenever the shepherd took his sheep out to graze
The poor blind sheep would get lost
And the kind shepherd would pet him
And tell him it's all right.

This went on day after day after day
And the shepherd finally lost his temper
And cursed the sheep
Which was blind and Deaf

The curse was that from now on
You, miserable creature,
From now on
You are on your own.

And little blind sheep was sad
He couldn't hear the words
He couldn't see his Master
But he could feel the anger in the air.

And the anger made him sad
He thought it must be his fault.
Being deaf and blind
And forever wandering off from the flock.

And the shepherd was happy
With his nine and ninety sheep
That were perfect in eye and ear
And never gave him much bother.

Next day when they went to graze
The master never bothered about the poor sheep.
The blind little sheep walked and walked and walked.
Far from the herd, towards the lair of the wolves.

That was the last anybody heard of him
That was the last anybody saw him
That was the last the little blind sheep
Ever bothered anyone.
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